Death sucks the souls out of people, but not I.
I suck the attention out of people, yes I.
I thrive off it,
need it,
want it,
bleed it.
So give it to me,
give me your eye.
Give me your soul,
die for me, yes, die!
Look up at the sky
because the clouds are where you're headed.
I'm no longer a nice guy,
no, I'm desperate, ornery and hot-headed.
Feed my insatiable hunger that I've dreaded,
weave me a tapestry of our conversation, neat and threaded.
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My Ocean of Stars (2023 - 2024) | Poetry
PoetryThis is my fourth poetry book. My poetry books: 1.) Poetry by Eclipse 2.) Finding the Edge 3.) Shards of Sugar 4.) My Ocean of Stars
